And this time, I’m not just talking about the sex.
I snake my arm around her waist in a way I shouldn’t but can’t help.
“Can we please go home and talk about this?” Her gaze refuses to meet mine. The limo pulls up, and as a last-ditch effort, I nuzzle her neck.
“Let me convince you just how good we could be.”
She tries to fight it, but the moment I make my way to that sensitive spot behind her ear, all bets are off. Her head falls back to rest on my shoulder as we wait for the driver to open the door.
I work on convincing her in the limo, at the front door, even as we make our way into the living room. Every step, another kiss… every kiss, another touch. Reaching the couch, Ember gives me a shove, and I fall back onto the couch. As I sit there, she slowly slides her dress off her body. Stepping out of the material on the floor, she moves between my parted legs.
“Show me.”
“Show you… what?”
“Show me what I do to you.”
“You make me hard, Ember. You make me so hard and hot.” Pulling out my dick from my pants, I glide my hand up and down. “I’ve been living with a permanent erection since you moved in. I can’t get you out of my goddamn mind. What you do to me, Ember? You drive me crazy.”
She takes her bottom lip between her teeth as she sinks to her knees. Oh, no. Fuck, no.
“Ember.” I hiss her name as she swallows me whole. The visual she’s giving me is almost as good as a blow job.
“Stop, baby.” She doesn’t listen. She continues to bob her head up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around my cock. “Ember, baby, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
As if I just issued her a challenge, she takes me even farther, bringing me to the brink. My hand fists her hair. As much as I would love to come all over that pretty face of hers, I’m not ready for this to be over. I tug her hair, easing her mouth off of me.
“I need to be inside you.”
Rising to her feet, Ember wastes no time settling herself on top of me, legs flanking my hips, pussy hovering above my rigid cock. Her tits are directly in my line of sight—perfectly placed for my mouth to wrap around the sweet flesh. My tongue flicks over her nipple before wrapping around it and sucking—still, she doesn’t give in. She doesn’t let me sink into her, and it’s killing me.
“More.” The demand falls from her lips. Between the position literally having me by the balls, she’s in charge, and I think she likes being in control.
My hand caresses and kneads her other breast as I suck harder on the nipple already between my lips. She glides over me, coating my cock in her juices but still not allowing me in. Fucking hell, I wish she would just tell me what she wants. I’ll give her anything. Absolutely anything if she…
Sinking down onto me, my dick fills her. Her head falls back, a moan escaping her. Jesus Christ.
My teeth clamp down on her nipple, the jolt shooting her straight back up and nearly off me. I buck my hips up just as she thrusts back down.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Yes.”
The push-pull of our sex is like the desire we’ve been battling. One of us pulling away, the other diving right in. Fucking hell if this little vixen doesn’t push all my buttons just the right way.
Another thrust into her and she stills, forcing herself farther onto me. Her nails dig into my skin as she grinds slow and hard. The “oh, fuck” that escapes her is the sexiest thing I have ever heard. I don’t dare stop teasing her nipple with my tongue, but fuck if my eyes aren’t glued to her face and the ‘O’ her mouth forms.
She rides out her orgasm in the most gorgeous, intoxicating way I’ve ever seen. When her body relaxes, when I can see the sated pleasure on her face, I break. I take the gorgeous woman who just fucked the hell out of me and return the favor. She grips my shoulders tightly as I pound into her, unable to exhibit any control and needing to find my release.
My arms wrapped around her, my forehead resting against her chest, and my dick deep inside, I come. I come harder than I think I have in my life. Sexy fucking woman.
When I pull back, when I look at her, I worry. I’m afraid I’ve given her the wrong impression. I’m afraid we’ve gone too far. She eases the fear when she presses a gentle kiss to my lips, then eases off me and disappears before I can even catch my breath.
The short conversation we had at the event doesn’t even come close to the conversation we need to have. If this is something we’re going to do, I need to make sure the lines are clear. There can’t be any overstepping. There can’t be any feelings.
After cleaning up, I head to Ember’s room, rapping softly on the door.
“Come in.”